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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.