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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Pylon,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.