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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
cv313,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.