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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Main Source,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.