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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.