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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.