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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.