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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.