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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Victims,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.