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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
CMW,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.