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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.