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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.