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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.