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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.