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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.