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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.