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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.