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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.