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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.