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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.