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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Pretty Things 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.