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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.