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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.