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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Fall to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.