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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.