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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.