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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.