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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.