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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.