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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Index,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.