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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.