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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.