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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.