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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.