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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.