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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.