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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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?
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Neu!,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Saints,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.