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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.