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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.