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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.