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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Can,
June of 44,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.