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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.