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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.