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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.