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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.