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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.