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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
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,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.