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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.