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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.