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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
The Residents,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.