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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.