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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.