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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.