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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.