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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Television,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.