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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Organ,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.