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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.