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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.