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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.