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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.