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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.