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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.