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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.