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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.