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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.