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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.