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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gories to the punk 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.