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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.