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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.