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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.