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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Eurythmics 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Franke,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.