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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.