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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.