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 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.