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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.