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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.