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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 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?
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.