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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.