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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Sixth Finger 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.