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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Index,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.