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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.