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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.