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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.