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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Can,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.