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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Franke,
Nas,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.