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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.