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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.