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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.