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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Fear,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.