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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.