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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.