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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Slave,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.