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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
DNA,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.