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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.