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 Andorra 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.