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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Madrid and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Japan,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.