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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.