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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.