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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.