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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.