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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Smog,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.