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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.