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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
The Victims,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.