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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.