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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
cv313,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.