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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.