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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.