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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.