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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.