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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.