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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.