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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Slackers to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.