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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.