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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Gong,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Television,
The Offenders,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.