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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.