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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
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.