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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.