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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.