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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.