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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
the Association,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.