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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.