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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.