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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.