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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.