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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Slave,
Faust,
Television,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.