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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.