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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.