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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.