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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Excepter,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.