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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.