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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Model 500,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.