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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.