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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.