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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.