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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.