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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.