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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.