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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.