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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.