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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.