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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.