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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 oboe 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.