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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.