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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Moebius,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.