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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.