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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Franke,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.