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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.