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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.