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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Organ,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Crime,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.