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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.