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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.