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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.