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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Can,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.