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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.