Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.