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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.