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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.