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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.