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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
UT,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.