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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.