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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.