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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.