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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.