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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.