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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.