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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Japan,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.