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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
June Days,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.