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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.