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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Can,
Franke,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.