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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.