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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.