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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
The Litter,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
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.