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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Victims,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.