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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Ronan,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.