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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.