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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Technova,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.