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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.