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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.