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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Nico,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.