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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.