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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.