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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.