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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
CMW,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.