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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.