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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Index,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.