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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.