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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Radiohead,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.