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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.