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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.