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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.