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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.