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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.