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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Lyres,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.