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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
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The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.