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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.