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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.