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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.