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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.