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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.