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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
cv313,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.