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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.