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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.