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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.