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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.