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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.