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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.