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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
The Move,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.