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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.