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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Can,
The Saints,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.