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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.