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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.