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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.