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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.