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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.