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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Franke,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.