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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
MDC,
The Slits,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.