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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.