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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.