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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.