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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.