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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gong,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.