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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.