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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Television,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.