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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.