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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Can,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Pole,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.