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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Magma,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.