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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Pole,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.