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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.