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 Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Mars,
Scion,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.