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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
X-102,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.