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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Nas,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.