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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.