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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Monks,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.