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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.