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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.