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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.