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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.