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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.