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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.