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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.