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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.