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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Monks,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.