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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.