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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.