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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Fear,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.