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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.