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 Bolivia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.