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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.