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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.