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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.