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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
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.