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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Smog,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.