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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.