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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.