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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.