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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.