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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Magma,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.