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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.