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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.