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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.