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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.