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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.