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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.