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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.