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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.