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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Faust,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.