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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.