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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.