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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.