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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.