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 Croatia and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.