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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.