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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Move,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.