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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.