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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.