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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.