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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.