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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.