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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Index,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Jandek,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
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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.