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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.