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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.