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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.