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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Japan to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed 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 jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.