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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.