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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Can,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.