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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Nico,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.