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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.