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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.