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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Jawbox,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.