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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.