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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.