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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.