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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
MC5,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.