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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.