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 Turkey 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.