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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.