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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.