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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.