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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.