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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
New Order,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
X-102,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.