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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Index,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.