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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.