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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.