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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.