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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.