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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.