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 Belize 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Wake to the rock 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
UT,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.