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 States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.