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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.