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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.