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 Niger and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.