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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Aswad,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.