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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
The Names,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.