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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
The Human League,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.