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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.