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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.