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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
DNA,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.