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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.