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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.