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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
10cc,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.