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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.