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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
UT,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.