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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.