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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.