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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.