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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.