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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang 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?
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.