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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.