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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.