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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.