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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.