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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.