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 Cuba 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
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.