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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Wire,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.