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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.