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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.