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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.