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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.