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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.