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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.