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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.