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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.