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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Wire,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.