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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.