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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.