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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.