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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Slave,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.