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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
UT,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.