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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.