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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.