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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.