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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Liliput,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.