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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Bananas to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.