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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
X-102,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.