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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.