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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.