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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.