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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Slave,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.