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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.