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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.