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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
MC5,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.