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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.