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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.