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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.