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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.