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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.