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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.