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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
UT,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.