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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.