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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.