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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Visage,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
The Names,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.