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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Liliput,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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.