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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.