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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.