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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.