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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.