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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.