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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.