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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Shoche,
MC5,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.