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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
The Monks,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.