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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.