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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
cv313,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.