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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.