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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.