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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Pole,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.