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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.