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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
The Residents,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.