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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead 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?
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.