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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.