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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.