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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Index,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.