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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.