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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.