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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.