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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.