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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.