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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.