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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
10cc,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Deakin,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.