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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.