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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.