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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.