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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
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Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.