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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Can,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.