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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.