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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.