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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.