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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.