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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren 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 techno 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.