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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 güiro 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.