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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.