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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.