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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.