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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.