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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
The Standells,
The Move,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.