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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.