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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.