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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.