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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Quantec,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.