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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
AZ,
UT,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
June Days,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.