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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.