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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.