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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Magma,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.