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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.