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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.