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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.