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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.