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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.