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 New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.