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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.