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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.