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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.