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 Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Count Five 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.