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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.