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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.