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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.