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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.