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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.