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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.