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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Q65,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.