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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
cv313,
New Order,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.