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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.