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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Wire,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.