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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.