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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.