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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.