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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.