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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Delta 5,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.