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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.