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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.