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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.