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 Swaziland and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.