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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Japan,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.