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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.