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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.