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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.