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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Mars,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.