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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.