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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.