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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.