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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.