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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Magma,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.