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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Malaria!,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.