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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
June of 44,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.