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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.