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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.