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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Skaos,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.