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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.