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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.