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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.