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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.