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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.