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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Last Poets 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.