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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.