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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.