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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.