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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.