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 Algeria 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.