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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.