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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.