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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.