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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.