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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Gories,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.