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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
the Normal,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.