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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.