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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.