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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.