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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.