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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.