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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Brick,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.