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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.