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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.