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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Victims,
DNA,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.