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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.