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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Liliput,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.