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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.