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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.