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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.