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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.