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 Dominica and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.