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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.