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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Moebius 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.