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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.