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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.