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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.