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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.