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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.