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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.