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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.