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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.