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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.