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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.