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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.